I noticed an envelope on the ledge just beneath our mail slots. Sharing this ledge and mail slots with 7 neighbors, I see a lot of mail and small packages; yet, this particular envelope stood out to me. It was colorful and handwritten. It was beautiful. Sitting on the ledge, begging to be mailed, knowing the recipient would smile the moment they noticed the hand etched letter in their mailbox. Stationary has that effect on some of us. It was in that moment I knew it was time to rekindle one of my favorite practices, letter writing. I think of this practice as a way to share love in one of the most intimate of traditions, yet too often under utilized as if somehow obsolete.
Letter writing conjures up romantic images one might find in reading a Jane Austin novel, one of a lover professing forbidden love. The tragedy of forsaken love often has readers begging for more. Though for me, letter writing has rarely been so dramatic. The allure lie in the simple satisfaction of something created by hand, my hand. Ofttimes, I find that I succumb to the immediacy of email or texting. Tell someone now what you have to say; instant gratification (oh how very American of me). So when I take the time to pull out the stationary, find my favorite pen, share my thoughts with a loved one and seal that envelope, I know I have created love. A simple act that can convey what no text or email ever could……
So take a moment, pull out that paper and pen and create something. Perhaps a letter of your own? Tell someone you haven’t seen or spoken to in a while just what they mean to you. Don’t underestimate the power of a thoughtfully crafted letter, written in your own hand and sealed with the knowledge that you are creating and spreading joy, the simplest of joys.
Remember this life isn’t a sprint, it’s a marathon. Take it slow and steady, be gentle with yourself and stay hydrated.
Here’s to spreading love and joy through the smallest of gestures~
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